'Hey...'
'Hey Roger, what's up?'
'I'm really lonely and I feel like nobody cared about me anymore..."
'Fuck you dude.'
'What...'
'If you don't think I care, then you can go. Fuck you.'
I'm sorry, this person has blocked you on Skype.
What... No... No no no... What the fuck did I do...
I hurled my iPod at a wall, buried my head in my hands and cried.
Time lapse to school.
I walk up to Iaavsts.
"Hey Ia-"
"Go away dude."
"But... what did I do...?"
"You don't think I fucking care about you. If you think that, you don't deserve to be my friend."
"I'm sorry..."
"Fuck your apology."
"Please... I need you-"
She cut me off with a cold laugh. "Yeah well guess what? I don't need you."
That was it for me. I turned around and walked off, trying not to burst into tears. By the time I got home, I was hyperventilating.
I slammed the door behind me and beat at it until it was stained red, screaming. I slid down the door, having another panic attack.
"What have I done what have I done what have I done?! I'm so fucking stupid! Dammit I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so fucking sorry!"
"Fuck your apology..." Her voice popped into my head.
"No no no no no FUCK FUCK DAMMIT FUCK WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME WHY WHY WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!"
I whirled around in rage and slammed my fists into the door behind me, shattering it.
I curled up, and sobbed once again.
I woke up in tears, in the middle of a panic attack, and the whole class was staring at me...
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
